sisters
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Born This Way and the Children Who Never Fully Leave Home
Nobody talked to me about what happened when my sister grew up until I was headed off to college.
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Who Will Claim Us?
I was thinking of my closet at home, guilt twisting my insides as I considered all the things I’d taken without knowing what it was I really wanted.
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The Rumpus Interview with Kristopher Jansma
Kristopher Jansma discusses his second novel, Why We Came to the City, facing adulthood in his thirties, and working through grief and loss in writing.
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Are We All Our Own Vanishing
We will never be an exclamation point, an ellipses, a question mark. We must all leave with this: a period—solid, and utterly irrefutable.
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The Worst Things We Do, We Do To Our Sisters
For the Los Angeles Review of Books, Briallen Hopper writes about what it means to be a sister: The five of us live in four states on two coasts, and over the decades we have done devastating and unforgettable things…
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Mole Biopsies and Other Love Notes
If this were a comic book, Bad Mole would be skulking in a dark alley, wearing an ill-fitting trench coat.
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Strange Waters
And every life that moves, or dies, or multiplies will have an effect of some sort on the lives around it, a different effect than the one it had before.
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The Saturday Rumpus Interview: Karrie Higgins
The more narratives that approach reality “differently” get treated as “insane” or “unreal,” the less readers are exposed to them, and the more “unreal” or “insane” they seem. It’s like a feedback loop.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Forgiving my Father, the Serial Rapist
This bit of vital truth to the story of how I came to be came like a puncture—strong, sharp, and sudden.
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It’s Time
You read that your sister’s body—a towel still knotted around her neck— was found dressed in a nightie, panties, and one slipper. You are wearing a nightie, panties, and slippers as you read it. The words safe and trusting pop…
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My Sister’s Legs
Because that’s how it is with sisters. You are them. You are not them. You are broken shards from the same pane of glass, each reflecting a different light.
